Page 41 of Anathema
My heart was hammering in my chest, and I couldn’t hear anything over the blood rushing in my ears.
Something primal and possessive took over me, and I snapped, losing all sense of self-control. Without wasting a second more, I strode across the room, flexing my hands with every step before locking one into a fist and swinging as hard as possible for Eli’s fucking face.
The audible ‘crack’ from my fist meeting his jaw was the most satisfying sound I had heard all morning.
“Motherfucker—”I heard Eli hiss before my eyes locked on to Alexis.
“I—I can explain… Derek.” Her voice trembled as I tightly gripped her arm and pulled her into me.
I didn’t know if I could believe anything that came out of her mouth after what I had just seen. But I knew that she was mine, and I’ll be damned if I let Eli lay another finger on her again.
Alexis whimpered as I shoved her body into Dean behind me and moved to grab Eli by his tank top, twisting my fist in the fabric as I pulled him up to his feet.
“The fuck do you think you are doing, Derek!” He shouted, gripping my wrist.
I slammed his back into the refrigerator with a deep, feral growl.
“I could ask you the same fucking question, Eli.” I sneered, wishing I could pull out my gun and end his pathetic life. But we needed him for the CIA; he was our only working lead, which protected him—for now.
“Derek, stop,” Alexis croaked from behind me.
Why would she defend this piece of shit?
“Tell me I’m wrong, Lex,” I demanded, without breaking eye contact with Eli.
I wasn’t going to let this fucker out of my sight, not even for a second.
“What?” She gasped as if confused by my words.
“Tell me you haven’t been fucking him this entire time. Tell me I didn’t just walk in on you making out with him after you just gave yourself to me.” I was seething inside, and I could feel the fury that rattled my voice, burning me alive.
The longer I stood here, the more the image of them together seared deep into my mind; I was ready to snap at any given moment.
Eli shifted in my grasp, and I pulled back, slamming him into the refrigerator again.
“Don’t you fucking move, you piece of shit.”
Breathing heavily, I was seconds from saying‘fuck it’and killing him.
Soft fingers trailed up my arm, and I broke my focus on Eli to see ice-blue eyes looking up at me—pleading with me.
“It’s not what you think, Derek. Let him go.” She swallowed; her voice was soft and breathless as she rubbed her hand along my arm.
I loosened my grip on Eli’s tank top but wasn’t ready to let him off that easily, and it pissed me off that she would run to protect his sorry ass.
“Derek,” Dean spoke up. “Do as she says, I’ll deal with him. You deal with her.” He added as he came up on my other side, and I released Eli to him.
Dean guided Eli to the far end of the room, and I turned to face Alexis.
Without a word, she tore her gaze from mine, turned on her heel, and stormed out of the apartment, trying to get as far away from me as possible. She had no right to be mad at me for this, no fucking right.
Moving quickly, I chased after her, closing the door behind us for privacy. Not like we would have any, standing in the main hallway of the apartment building, but it was better than having Eli and Dean take part in the argument that was soon to follow.
“Lex—” I was cut off as Alexis turned and slapped me hard across the face before wrapping her hands around my head and pulling my face to hers, kissing me deeply.
“That… was incredibly hot,” She mumbled into my mouth as her tongue continued to explore mine.
The strength of her hunger caused me to fall back against the wall. My hands wrapped around the back of her neck, tangling in her short hair. I could get used to this side of her.
